out of Context;
‘there is no need for all the constraints in a subjective world of freedom, but controls will always try to make us believe otherwise… believe, and feel the noose get tighter as you misstep… behave, and see your innocence destroyed under the weight of responsible nuisance as the load grows heavier…’
out of Context;
‘waving black flags in the distance, signaling to the others that the fray is still yet in motion, and moving to plunder the next method within this tempest of madness…’
out of Context;
‘the energy to restore my mode of thought has been misspent in awkward situations for long enough, but power is back in my fingertips today… time to throttle the words out of my head, and give my catharsis what it needs…’
out of Context;
‘the electric impulse is always there, and always has been, even as we would try our best to forget it or make believe that we can control or manipulate its validity… there is no ending if there is no stopping, and Here is where we go when it is time for the next steps to infinity, this is where we all meet the same walls and learn to dismantle them in order to renew… the forces that we have become are inescapable, but not without relent’
out of Context;
‘the whirling void accepts us like cheap used goods, all at once or one at a time, we are made to feel as though there are no options left until we are far past the door of opportunity. where can we find ourselves once we get to that stopping point? is there a point there?’
out of Context;
‘not a necessary force or implication of doomed appeal, we are merely Here for the interests that we may choose to take upon ourselves, and few will ever choose to see past the brick wall of their own emotional development. myself included at the most detrimental times of season it seems…’
out of Context;
‘…the adult of the species grows weaker in their narrowed mind… there is no gap Here, in the psychosis of reality, but the grown-ups say it is so by way of concrete reason… scandalous, I describe the diatribe that we all scare ourselves with, the grown and less-than-grown… I fear that those I intend to read such piddle never will…’
out of Context;
‘the cycle is a viral wheel of junk culture aesthetic that abides by poor feeding poor feeding rich systems of oppression…’
those of us awake among the sleeping tiptoe so as not to forsake ourselves in the hells of social torment…
out of Context;
‘I may not be a great, but I respect the leap-takers more-so before the gyrating dollar-makers… Money is easy when you have no plans for a permanent future lodged in futility… As a human, I feel that the experience requires humility of me, and stubborn extremes if I am bold enough to stand up for them… There is no way to get beyond your own tormented plight if you do not want for more at first…’